Li Chen's words were like a loud slap in the face, and this slap was given with gloves full of steel thorns.
Not only did Li Yinhu feel pain, the pain also directly penetrated his body and hit his soul.
His body was shaking, not sure if it was because of anger or fear.
Lying on the ground and being stepped on by Li Chen, his eyes were as ferocious and vicious as a poisonous snake, but he said the weakest words in his mouth.
"Your Highness, I really don't know what your Highness means."
Li Chen took his feet off Li Yinhu's body, squatted down, grabbed Li Yinhu's hair and lifted his head up, making him look at him.
"You don't understand, do you?"
Li Chen said indifferently: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I didn't expect you to admit it. It's just that many things don't require evidence, right?"
"Looking for evidence is a matter for the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple. What I want to do is to get rid of the people I think are suspicious."
This sentence made Li Yinhu's pupils shrink suddenly.
His face was covered in blood and embarrassment, and deep fear appeared on his face at this moment.
Ever since Li Chen took over the power of supervising the country and rose to power in the East Palace, the hands of the prince Li Chen have been stained with blood.
Li Yinhu himself was a ruthless person. In order to gain power, he did not hesitate to kill his own brother with his own hands.
So he can understand better that Li Chen can definitely do such a thing.
Since ancient times, how often have brothers killed each other or even father and son killed each other because of the dragon chair?
In fear, Li Yinhu could only place his only hope on Zhao Qinglan, who had been silent.
"Mother, I really don't know this!"
Li Yinhu was grabbed by the hair, his head shook wildly, and he let out a scream that was three points more miserable than before.
"My son, I only want to pay my respects to my mother, and I have absolutely no intention of harming you. Heaven and earth can tell you that if you go against this, you will die without a complete body, and you will not die a good death!"
This kind of oath sounds like nonsense to Li Chen.
But in feudal ancient times, there was still a market.
"Prince."
Zhao Qinglan was also afraid that Li Chen would be so angry that he would kill Li Yinhu directly.
If this is really the case, regardless of whether Li Yinhu's intentions are really worthy of death, Li Yinhu's death is definitely not conducive to the cabinet.
Although Emperor Daxing had many heirs, he died young and was too young. The cabinet wanted to find a suitable person among the princes who could be supported. In addition to the previous ninth prince, he was the eighth prince in front of him.
Li Yinhu.
If Li Yinhu died, Zhao Xuanji would not have a chance, and there would be no time to train a teenage prince to fight against Li Chen.
"It seems to me that this assassination has nothing to do with King Zhao. He was the first to be injured. And if it was really him who planned it, there would be no reason to do it so blatantly."
Zhao Qinglan endured her disgust and impatience towards Li Yinhu and continued: "So, the prince should be given a lighter sentence."
To be punished lightly does not mean not to be punished.
Zhao Qinglan knew very well that Li Chen's analysis was correct. This assassination was most likely planned by Li Yinhu, so she was unwilling to let Li Yinhu go.
Her words made her bottom line very clear, she could punish, but she couldn't kill.
Li Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Yinhu at his feet, seeming to be considering how to deal with him.
Li Yinhu did not dare to say a word. His whole body was tense, as if he was waiting for trial.
He hated this feeling so much, but it was precisely because of this that his inner hatred for Li Chen and his desire for power grew even higher, driven by this disgust.
